The Heiress My Husband Cast Away

alled my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose lif

e snapped, then hung up. An ho

ocial media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to d

background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, o

was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from

me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival m

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sband, my little brother's heart mon

, my voice a raw, broken thing. "

e don't have the equipment, Ms. Moretti. Or the spec

ed back to health in my tiny slum apartment. The man who clawed his way to the top of New York's underworld, building his own brutal organizati

re supposed

What?" Dante's voice

ring from my throat. "He's dying, Da

gency," he clipped ou

cried, my gaze fixed on the jagged red line on Luca'

a." He sighed, a sound of pur

up. I tried to call back. The call woul

e tone cut th

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of the wor

ill. The warmth began to fade. My phone slipped fr

ther w

g I sat there, just holding his hand. An hour later, my phone buzzed

woman from my past I desperately wan

t kittens. Dante was in the photo, too, smiling softly as he stroked one of the k

mommy! A huge thank you to the best vets in the world for

ould see them. Dr. Alistair and his

emerg

eet, gentle Luca, who suffered from a rare, aggressive cancer, was dead because Dante

d. It shattered into a m

andro De Luca. An old acquaintance from high school, the heir to the powerful De Luca *Family*. He'd offered me help

*I need to disappear

back in less

Gaulle Airpor

A way out

te's gentle smile, a smile he hadn't given me i

al home, a fortress he'd built for us. "Our home," he'd whispered, his

. All

quick search of Seraphina's private blog, a pa

th her. In t

the sobs tearing through me, raw and silent. My world was gone.

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